AN: This is a trolly My Immortal story made for my wife's birthday, Happy 17th Emilehh!
AN: Special fangz 2 my wife (ew not in that way except it is coz we're married lolz) Emily, tomhiddlestoncanlokime, 4 inspyaring dis stroy u rok!
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Hi my name is Emily Tar'dis Mental Disorder Bird Direction. Sum people fink I'm related to Emilehh (AN: EMILEHH DATS YOO) and i am because we are sekretlee twins even tho we're married (AN: We r sekretlee de Lannisters). I waz walkin outside 221B Baker street wen a voice shouted:
"HEY EMILY" It was...
Emilehh!
"Wha's up Emilehh?" I asked.
"Let's go for a ride in mah car" she said shyly.
"k lol" I rezpondded.
We got into de car and we drove around 4 a bit but then she drobe the car into...
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The TARDIS! It went rite threw the walls and into a library which had a swimming powl in it.
"EMILEHH" I shouted "Da fuq is goin' on crazy biatch"
Emilehh dident anser but she got out of the cra and jumped into de swimming pool. I followed her, intreeged.
"Emilehh da fuq are you doing?" I had emotions in my voice.
Then she leaned in extra, extra, extra, extra close (AN: Lyke fink close and den times it by a large number) and the emotions went out of my voice and her mouf hit mine and I fell in the pool but that ddin't stop us/. We evem took our cloves off (AN: omg MA rated fktion rite here). Then she put her fingie (even tho she is a girl as if this is supposed to make sense) in my you-know-what and we did it omg.
"WHAT TEH FUQ IS HAPPENEN IN HEYAH?"
It was...
TEH DOCTRO!
"YOU LUDACRIS FOOLS"
Then Harreh Potta and Tyrion appeared.
"MEDIOCRE DUNCES"
"HOLDERS OF AVERAGE BRAIN CELLS"
"HOW DARE YOOH HAVE INTRECOURSE OF A SEXUWAL NATURE IN DEH TARDIS"
"REMOVIE YOURSELVES AT ONCE"
We stared at each other worried. But then, from underneath the swimming pool, a man rose up inside a metal cylinder and stepped out onto the poolside.
"Mycroft!" They all whispered in awe.
"Yes. I am Mycroft Holmes. And this," he gestured to us "is my OTP. 5eva." (AN: Dat means moar dan 4eva)
Everyone gasped and looked around. This was definitely a plot twist.
"But you can't split up an OTP." Someone whispered. I think it was the Doctor because he looks like a shipper.
"Exactly!" Replied Mycroft "And if you split them up, I will fly into the sun and explode. And if you do that, then I will get Sherlock to hunt yo ass down and then he will get will get John to shot yo ass with his steady hand and then YOU WILL DIE A PAINFUL DEATH."
By this time, me and Emilehh were so happy that we began dancing on Mycrofts open umbrella.
So as to not provoke Mycrofts wrath, they placed us upon a golden throne of everlasting chocolate where we could do you-know-what all the time, and all of our shippers could worship us. We lived happily ever after. Except for that one time when Moffat came round and tried to make our shippers have feels but then Mycroft started poking him with his Umbrella and he went away so that was fine.
~THE END~
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY
